Disclaimer: As much as I'd like to, I sadly don't own Shake it Up!

Cece's POV

I groaned as I saw my new high school coming into view. It was the middle of the school year already, but my mom had suddenly gotten a job transfer.

So now instead of spending the rest of my freshman year in the comfort of warm, sunny, California, I have to go to a new school in the windy city, Chicago.

To make things worse, I've always hated the wind. It makes my skin all dry and my hair looks like a tornado has struck.

But I'm determined to make a good impression on my first day, so I put on a lot of moisturizer and hairspray that morning.

I looked in the side mirror of the car, and checked to see if I still looked allrite. Mascara not running, my flaming red hair perfectly curled and tousled, and not a dry patch of skin to be seen.

I also gave myself a wardrobe check, which I had spent hours the previous night trying to perfect. An off the shoulder white shirt with zigzag patterns, blue skinny jeans, combat boots, and a brown vest.

But the more I thought about it, the more it bothered me. I had to leave all my close friends behind, and my major crush, Danny.

I mean, we weren't in a relationship or anything but things were really starting to hit off between us in my head.

"Too bad we couldn't leave Flynn behind too", I thought quietly to myself about my younger brother. "Good luck, honey!" my mom yelled as I was leaving the car.

I sped walked to the front office not wanting to be late on my first day. I got my schedule, a map of the school, books, and locker combination, and then quickly went to put my books in my locker.

I checked the clock in the hallway, and saw I still had 15 minutes before classes started. I decided to walk around the school and find all my classes first.

"Hmm, Homeroom in B26, Geometry in C21, Biology in B15, Dance in A11, English in B24, Spanish in C13, and History in A12. Sounds simple enough", I thought while looking at my schedule.

I was so caught up in my schedule that I didn't even realize I was about to fall right down a flight of stairs.

Still walking, oblivious to the doom that I was headed toward, I tripped on the first step, and started tumbling down.

I guess you could say lucky for me, there was a gorgeous blonde haired guy two steps down that I almost brought tumbling down with me that caught me in time.

He steadied me with his arms, and the feeling of relief washed over me. Clearly embarrassed, I slowly looked up and my hazel brown eyes met his bright blue ones.

They were so clear, and looked even more amazing with his gray beanie, white v-neck, and black skinny jeans.

Then I saw those clear blue eyes of his turn the color of thunderclouds— he was angry with me. "WHAT THE HECK WAS THAT?" he yelled. I gulped, too afraid to speak.

"Answer me when I talk to you! What the heck is your problem?" he yelled again. "I'm s-sorry" I managed to stutter.

"Oh you will be once I'm through with you", he glared as he walked away. "Wow", I thought to myself, "I'm off to a great start."